Days of Thunder - The Midnight

Love is a setting sun

Is a smoking gun

Is a 4 letter word

I hope it hurts

Love is a fatal flaw

Is a broken jaw

Is a burning bridge

Move your hips

And the ghost of the boulevard

Littered with lonely hearts

The city like a graveyard

Once was a postcard

When you lose your wonder

And you can't remember

When we were…

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of…

Love was a dream to have

Was a king-size bed

Was an escape plan

Was an open hand

Now it's a dog from hell

It's a dream you sell

It's an epitaph

It's photograph

And the ghost of the boulevard

Littered with lonely hearts

The city like a graveyard

Once was a postcard

When you lose your wonder

And you can't remember

When we were…

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of…

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of…